January 26, 2010

be smart.

my kids' bathroon has lots of words in it.
i ordered these prints... i'm still waiting for them to come!
(just 2-- wash your hands and brush your teeth...) from here.

and my trash can says TOSS, the cup says RINSE, and the soap says WASH.
i have numbers above the kids' towels... 1-6.

Leah is always confused because she is #5 but only 3 years old.
In the car yesterday she said. "Mom, I think i'm 3 years old. What towel number are you?"
:) she's funny and i'm towel number 32.

today her car seat tipped over when we went around the corner (someone must have unbuckled her on accident.)
she was so funny, just laying there quietly.
when she was rescued and re-tipped upright she asked in all seriousness..."Mom, did our car just go up in the air?"
When i told her no she insisted, "well, then how did i tip?"
cute kid.

anyway... i sewed "be clean" on my shower curtain.
it's cute.
BUT.
i should have done it on the other side so it wouldn't be hidden by the toilet.

good thing i wasn't sewing on "be smart."
clean i am.
smart... still working on it.

2 comments:

And um, not to totally disagree or anything (precursor to the fact that I'm about to totally disagree...), but you ARE smart!!!:-) Because, honey, if you're not... what does that make all the rest of us?!?

About Me

I am a mother, a Christian, a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, a New Yorker, and an optimist.
I love people, happy endings, cowboys, squishy babies, crayon pictures, quilts, blue skies, fingerprints on my windows, clean laundry, sun rays through the clouds, and one certain college professor.
I have 8 children, 1 horse, 5 cows, 15 chickens, bunny that thinks she's a chicken, and 1 silly dog. (We raise free-range children, and chickens.)
This blog, like my life, is a continual rough draft. I'm not afraid to let you see me before I'm finished.
Today, I'm enjoying my moments and LIVING my happily ever after.

Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.

"Oh, the ordinary day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me be grateful while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall fall upon my knees, or bury my face in the pillow, or lie among the sick, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return."

Mary Jean Iron

Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.